Fateful Findings auteur Neil Breen returns as a jerky, genocidal Jesus out to kill three hundred million bad people for good reasons in a movie that, to be honest, is pretty fucked up. YOU requested and paid for it so YOU've got it!
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The first entry in a new column where I write about movies YOU paid me to see kicks off with a rapturous appreciation of a lost 1980s synth-pop Taekwando musical murder melodrama that's so bad it's fucking amazing: 1987's Miami Connection.
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Jesus scored both a co-directing and “Inspired by the gospel of” credits in this hilariously incompetent homemade Christian political thriller that feels like the work of a saved but still deluded Michael Scott.
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One of you kind, perverse souls paid me a hundred bucks to watch a film with Pierce Brosnan as a vaping, drug-dealing evil God who turns the worst friends in the world into kill-crazy fuck zombies after they try a SINfully addictive new drug called Urge in a movie that, honestly, gets a little silly.
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Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place reaches giddy new heights of commercialism and mainstream appeal with an extensive look back at Nobody’s Perfekt, a Gabe Kaplan/Alex Karras vehicle from 1981 even I didn’t know existed before I was paid to write about it.
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One of you generous sadists paid me a hundred bucks to watch a silly slice of Reagan-era sexual anxiety distinguished by charming performances from Andrew “Dice” Clay and Victoria Jackson. Really.
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One of you kindly sadists had me watch The Dark Backward, a movie with an arm growing out of sad sack comedian Judd Nelson's back and a singularly disgusting Bill Paxton performance as an accordion-playing necrophiliac sex maniac. It was, truthfully, in somewhat questionable taste.
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